Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Выпуск 357,Том 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, By R. Taylor and Company, 1805 |
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... cottage roof At once the Planet dropped . What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a Lover's head- " O mercy ! " to myself I cried , " If Lucy should be dead ! " She dwelt among th ' untrodden ways Beside the springs € 2 51.
... cottage roof At once the Planet dropped . What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a Lover's head- " O mercy ! " to myself I cried , " If Lucy should be dead ! " She dwelt among th ' untrodden ways Beside the springs € 2 51.
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... loved the pretty Barbara died , And thus he makes his moan : Three years had Barbara in her grave been laid When thus his moan he made : " Oh move , thou Cottage , from behind that 79 "Tis said that some have died for love,
... loved the pretty Barbara died , And thus he makes his moan : Three years had Barbara in her grave been laid When thus his moan he made : " Oh move , thou Cottage , from behind that 79 "Tis said that some have died for love,
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... Cottage , from behind that oak ! Or let the aged tree uprooted lie , That in some other way yon smoke May mount into the sky ! The clouds pass on ; they from the heavens depart : I look - the sky is empty space ; . I know not what I ...
... Cottage , from behind that oak ! Or let the aged tree uprooted lie , That in some other way yon smoke May mount into the sky ! The clouds pass on ; they from the heavens depart : I look - the sky is empty space ; . I know not what I ...
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... midst of the dale , Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage , a nest like a dove's , The one only Dwelling on earth that she loves . She looks , and her Heart is in heaven : 87 Poor Susan.
... midst of the dale , Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage , a nest like a dove's , The one only Dwelling on earth that she loves . She looks , and her Heart is in heaven : 87 Poor Susan.
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... Cottage - door * , And with a wallet o'er my shoulder slung , A nutting crook in hand , I turned my steps . Towards the distant woods , a Figure quaint , Tricked out in proud disguise of Beggar's weeds Put on for the occasion , by ...
... Cottage - door * , And with a wallet o'er my shoulder slung , A nutting crook in hand , I turned my steps . Towards the distant woods , a Figure quaint , Tricked out in proud disguise of Beggar's weeds Put on for the occasion , by ...
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aged Beggar Ambleside ANDREW JONES antient Art thou bason beneath bless bower brook Brother cataract cheerful Child church-yard cottage crag Cumberland dead dear delight dell door dwell earth Egremont Enna Ennerdale eyes fair Father feel fields fire-side flowers Friends gentle gone Grasmere grave green greenwood tree half hand happy hath heard heart Heaven hills hither hour Isabel Kirtle lake Lamb language LEONARD live look Lucy Luke metre Michael mind morning mountain murmur Nature never night o'er passed Playmate pleasure POEM poetic diction Poets poor PRIEST quiet Richard Bateman rills rocks round rude Ruth seemed shade sheep Sheep-fold Shepherd side silent Sir Walter Skiddaw sleep song soul sound spake spot spring stone stood summer sweet thee things thou art thoughts Thrush trees turned Twas Twill vale village voice ween wild wind woods Youth
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Стр. 137 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell ; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Стр. 136 - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
Стр. 137 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; » Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Стр. 52 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Стр. 73 - But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide: But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At daybreak on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept - and, turning homeward, cried, "In heaven we all shall meet"; - When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.
Стр. 107 - The youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Стр. 224 - He may return to us. If here he stay, What can be done? Where every one is poor, What can be gained?
Стр. 142 - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day when the ground is wet with dew I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Стр. 220 - Receiving from his Father hire of praise ; Though nought was left undone which staff, or voice, Or looks, or threatening gestures, could perform. But soon as Luke, full ten years old, could stand Against the mountain blasts ; and to the heights, Not fearing toil, nor length of weary ways, He with his Father daily went, and they...
Стр. 74 - And then an open field they crossed : The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none ! — Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.